You felt so weak to move on from the journey; Moses had finally convinced the Pharaoh to let you and other Jews free, the slaves. And were going to the “Promised land” — lead by Moses.

But you had fresh stings on your back, and the hot sun against them as you walked forwards was almost unbearable, the sweat clinging to the sore wounds.

You were also hot, thirsty and hungry like everyone else. So Moses decided a break was necessary, but for not long.

You walked towards the rocks everyone was spread out on; almost stumbling from the pain on your back as Moses caught you, hands on your chest.